The waitress was stunned. She had rarely encountered such a customer. She had seen generous and extravagant customers before, but she had never seen a customer as outrageous as Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan's actions suggested either that he couldn't afford to drink without paying, or that he was genuinely super rich. However, after looking at the beautiful woman who came with Zhou Xuan, the waitress felt relieved.
Men who bring such beautiful women are usually either rich second-generation heirs or powerful second-generation officials. Judging from Zhou Xuan's age, he fits the bill.
The waitress paused for a moment, then bowed again and said, "Please wait a moment."
As the waitress turned to get drinks from the bar, several people's voices came from the table next to Zhou Xuan and Zhang Lei: "Heh heh, what's with this gigolo trying to act all high and mighty?"
"Will there be money for the drinks later?..."
"A beautiful flower has been stuck in cow dung..."
"Young Master Ma, I think this girl is quite good to you, much better than those gigolos..."
What followed was even more explicit and lewd towards Zhang Lei. He spoke loudly, as if afraid she wouldn't hear him, and the waitress slowed down to listen to what he said.
The waitress looked puzzled and went to the bar. She first found the manager, explained the situation, and then asked what to do.
The manager glanced at Zhou Xuan's situation. Although they were about ten meters apart, Zhang Lei's figure was still clearly visible. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Bring it. Bring the best. Bring whatever he wants."
In nightclubs, there are hardly any people who can dine and dash. How many nightclub owners don't have connections? They're mostly people who have influence in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and many are even run by people from organized crime. They're afraid of having few customers, but they're absolutely not afraid of customers dine and dash.
There's no way you can escape from them. As long as you dare to spend money, they have the ability to get money out of you. Besides, Zhou Xuan has such a beautiful woman with him. If he doesn't have money to pay, he can use her to cover the bill.
Zhang Lei, standing by the platform, pretended to be affectionately close to Zhou Xuan, but was actually speaking to him: "It's a pity you didn't dare to bet with me. This fight is probably going to happen."
Zhang Lei knew that Zhou Xuan's martial arts were superb. Even if there were many of these people, they couldn't compare to the number of bodyguards at the Emperor Club last time, right? Of course, the power behind the nightclub was extraordinary. Zhang Lei was unwilling to cause trouble here. Her idea wasn't to renege on the drinking bill, but to have Zhou Xuan beat those arrogant rich kids up.
However, based on her understanding of Zhou Xuan, she figured he would probably only be able to get drunk. Zhou Xuan had a strong sense of self-control. Zhang Lei, on the other hand, hadn't been drinking and was still sober. She knew that if things got out of control, it wouldn't do her any good. The best course of action was to drink and provoke those rich young men, then go outside the nightclub and teach them a lesson. Outside the nightclub, the nightclub wouldn't want to get involved. Once they had their fill of the fight, they could make a quick getaway. Where would those rich young men find them then?
The waitress invited three companions, and together they brought over a tray of drinks. In the lobby, people usually order ice-cold beer, and not many people order imported liquor, but it is still available. The drinks that the waitress brought over were all imported liquor. The group took four bottles, so the four of them took sixteen bottles. This amount was enough for at least five or six people to enjoy themselves. If Zhou Xuan and his companion were alone, they definitely wouldn't be able to finish it. However, the liquor sellers, of course, wanted the customers to order as much as possible.
The manager then said that he would explain and take responsibility for anything that happened. Of course, it would be best if nothing went wrong. With so much wine, he could easily make a commission.
Waiters get a direct commission for selling imported liquor; the profit margin on imported liquor is high.
After it was placed on the table, a waitress opened a bottle and poured a glass for Zhou Xuan and Zhang Lei respectively. Zhang Lei saw that the glass was very small, about the size of a thumb, and immediately picked up a glass and drank it.
The liquor was slightly sweet and very palatable, unlike domestic baijiu, which had no spiciness at all. Zhang Lei licked her lips and smiled, "This liquor tastes quite good. How much is a bottle?"
The following words were addressed to the waiter, who deliberately didn't mention the price. Anyway, Zhou Xuan had already said to bring the most expensive and best items, so she cleverly avoided mentioning the price, fearing that Zhou Xuan would be too scared to drink it and lose her commission.
But when Zhang Lei asked a question, the waiter hesitated before saying, "This is the Hennessy Momentum Prestige series, 6,888 yuan apiece..."
There were twelve bottles on the counter, totaling over 80,000 yuan. The waitress was worried that Zhou Xuan would want to return the goods as soon as he heard the price, but Zhou Xuan didn't make a move.
Zhang Lei stuck out her tongue. She couldn't afford this wine, but luckily Zhou Xuan, the big spender, was there. This amount of wine was just a small matter, and besides, it was really delicious.
Zhang Lei drank one glass after another. Foreign liquor tasted good, but had a strong aftereffect. It tasted like sweet water when you drank it, and you would get drunk afterward. Zhou Xuan, on the other hand, drank because he wanted to get drunk. The two of them drank one glass after another.
Zhou Xuan didn't need his special ability to dispel the intoxication; it quickly took hold. On the stage in the middle of the hall, a striptease started again. Although it wasn't a so-called "brothel," the dancing women were tall, scantily clad, and extremely alluring.
The group of wealthy young men nearby finally couldn't resist any longer. One of them stood up, walked over to Zhou Xuan's table, chuckled, and said, "Hey, buddy, drinking with just the two of you is too boring. Why don't we drink together? It'll be more lively."
Zhang Lei chuckled, and these people finally couldn't hold back any longer; they had thought they would have come earlier.
Zhang Lei was unaware that these people weren't afraid to approach her; they actually wanted to see Zhou Xuan make a fool of himself by ordering so many expensive foreign liquors. However, the waiter brought the liquor over anyway.
Zhang Lei pointed to the other side of the table and said, "Great! Let's drink and have some fun together. But my friend here is a really good drinker. Do you guys want to come over and have a drinking contest?"
Zhang Lei said this to provoke these rich young men into a faster escalation of the conflict with Zhou Xuan. She hadn't actually considered that Zhou Xuan could really drink. If she had seen Zhou Xuan use his superpower to drink, she would have said this much earlier. She wasn't saying this to get Zhou Xuan to drink with these people; she wanted to provoke a fight so that Zhou Xuan could beat them up.
Zhou Xuan chuckled and beckoned, saying, "You guys, come over and have a drink. Let's have a drinking contest. The five of you will drink against me. Whoever admits defeat first pays the bill, okay?"
The man was taken aback, thinking he had misheard. After a moment's thought, he asked, "You mean the five of us will drink from you? How do we drink from you?"
Zhou Xuan said dismissively, "How do we drink? Let's have a drinking contest. You guys pool your money and I'll drink as many glasses of wine as you all drink. Whoever loses pays for the drinks. Anyone want to bet?"
With this kind of betting, anyone who doesn't gamble is a complete idiot.
The man laughed, not expecting Zhou Xuan to be such a fool. He guessed Zhou Xuan had just drunk some alcohol and was already confused. With such a low alcohol tolerance, how could he possibly fight all five of them by himself? Weren't they all seasoned drinkers every day? Wasn't he just courting death?
"Brothers, come here. This lady's friend says she wants to have a drinking contest with us. The five of us will drink as much as he drinks. Whoever loses first pays for the drinks. Brothers, are you guys up for the bet?"
Especially when asking whether they dared or not, they emphasized those three words.
The other four men couldn't help but laugh, and arrogantly surrounded Zhou Xuan's table. Two of them even called over a waiter and ordered him to bring twenty more.
The waiters were incredibly fast; the more drinks they sold, the better. They didn't care who paid, who won, who lost, or who drank themselves to death at the table; all they cared about was making money.
Zhou Xuan glanced at the five men who were rubbing their hands together, then said nonchalantly, "How do you want to drink? One of you goes first, and after we decide who goes first, the second person goes up. Or do you all go up together? If you all go up together, you all drink one cup, and I'll drink five cups."
Seeing Zhou Xuan's arrogant and domineering attitude, the five men even wondered if Zhou Xuan was deliberately courting death? Did he not want to live anymore?
The man in the lead was delighted and waved to the waitress, saying, "Bring a large glass."
Zhou Xuan stopped him, saying, "No need. If you think it's too small, use a bottle. Blow a trumpet!" He reached for a bottle, opened the neck with a flourish, and then asked provocatively, "How about it? Do you dare?"
The five men were stunned. They hadn't expected Zhou Xuan to propose drinking the whole bottle straight away. If they were to fight Zhou Xuan one glass at a time, they would definitely kill him. The five of them could take turns drinking one glass to catch their breath, but Zhou Xuan would drink continuously without letting up. They would definitely die a miserable death.
However, Zhou Xuan's suggestion to drink from a bottle is a bad idea for the five of them. The first person to go up will have to drink the whole bottle, and Zhou Xuan will probably die after two bottles at most. But at least two of them will need to go up and take the hits. Drinking a whole bottle like that is like killing a thousand enemies, but also losing eight hundred of their own.
But Zhou Xuan's provocative gaze was something he couldn't afford to lose face over, so he immediately gave his brothers a wink and chuckled, "Dare? What's there to be afraid of? If he didn't dare, would he even be a man?"
Zhou Xuan said calmly, "He's not a man, he's a woman. Shall we drink? Should you drink first or should I?"
Faced with Zhou Xuan's provocative words, one against five, the five men naturally couldn't back down. The leader, however, steeled himself and picked up a bottle, saying, "Alright, let's drink first. This first bottle is mine."